THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
by Christopher Marlowe
(I’m thinking this on the left page, and my answer on the right page)

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if thes pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

Next is The Maiden’s answer: on right of poem

The Maiden’s Answer to the Passionate Shepherd

I’ll come to thee and be thy love,
In simple pleasures we will prove.
Sparkling waters down mossy rocks,
And watching shepherds feed their flocks.

And on thy front porch we will gaze,
At starry skies and tranquil days.
Keeping time, only hourglass sands,
Hearts entwined and holding hands.

And I won’t need thy beds of flowers,
But arms to hold through tender hours.
Upon my head a cap of joy,
No myrtle leaves need be thy ploy.

A gown of caresses is all I desire,
Thy touch to put out yearning’s fire.
Thy warmth to keep me from the cold,
Thy hand in mine always to hold.

For these delights to thee I bind,
Heart, hands, soul and mind.
If these delights thy mind may move,
I will come to thee, and be thy love.